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“No,” came sonorous riposte, blunt yet lit with a candle of cloaked mirth – mild, by all degree, but present all the same, divulged with the secondary twitch of charcoal lip.

Lambent ice; perfervid gold.

The Silencer locked eyes with the grandmaster as he purred his parroted words, void of emotion in the throes of his gaze. Aries was as the night, formed in his solitude, imbued with secrets never to fall from tongue or hearsay - of shadow, forged in a myriad of umbra. While Donovan lacked as such in secrecy, he clung to him an incongruous intrigue, the kind of which the silencer was intent to explore; when previously they had encountered, the brindled man had trailed his accomplice.

“Your friend didn’t seem too fond of me,” he hummed darkly, then, the faintest traces of an unilluminated smirk etching across his muzzle.